Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 383

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Chapter 383
‘Hmm, that’s a martial technique not in the novel. It’s different from the Heavenly Change Sword-Only Technique too.’
Could it be a martial art he learned from the Golden Blood Sect Leader, the Emperor Geum-wang?
Curious, I sent a spiritual transmission asking, and Sama Hyeon answered immediately.
We were in the middle of combat, but our opponent hadn’t even stepped into the Hwagyeong realm.
That’s why neither I nor Sama Hyeon felt any real sense of danger, allowing us to do this.
[Correct. This is the Golden Hand, a hand technique my Master taught me. Simply put, the hands themselves become stronger~]
‘So he’s mastered Sama Hyeon’s insane grip strength combined with the Emperor Geum-wang’s Golden Hand?’
That’s an exceptionally good combination.
How good? I couldn’t even think of a better pairing myself—the synergy was absolutely perfect.
“You little rat bastard!”
The Aggressive Tribe Member lunged forward, swinging his fists with a terrifying momentum.
However, Sama Hyeon deliberately maintained a rabbit-like stance, dodging each of the Aggressive Tribe Member’s attacks with precision.
‘Wow… that’s how you really piss someone off.’
It was amusing to watch, but the Aggressive Tribe Member Warrior’s eyes were turning red with rage.
Boom, crash!
Just as expected, he continued evading by the thinnest margins, and then at the perfect moment.
[Time to wrap this up~]
Tap—
A golden hand seized the Aggressive Tribe Member’s pelvis.
Remarkably, as he twisted the pelvis, the legs dislocated.
Crunch, crack—!
“Aaaahhhhh!”
[Nice scream~]
The massive figure collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Sama Hyeon performed a salute in an exaggerated stance.
If I had defeated my opponent with indescribable speed, Sama Hyeon’s combat itself was like a dance.
“The match appears to be decided. So, did everyone enjoy themselves?”
At his salute, the people of Oh Dok-mun who had been laughing just moments before fell silent with hardened expressions.
They understood now.
That Sama Hyeon hadn’t been fighting seriously.
Which meant there was an enormous gap in skill between the two of them.
[Brother, did you like it~?]
Sama Hyeon sent the spiritual transmission while performing an exaggerated bow to Odok Munzu as well.
Odok Munzu spoke.
“Hahahaha! I like that audacity.”
Only Odok Munzu’s laughter echoed through the silent world.
“The match is over! Both of you are worthy of becoming guests of this clan. So let us welcome our guests!”
With Odok Munzu’s words, the match ended. Our group was then guided to the quarters reserved for honored guests.
However, the gazes of the Oh Dok-mun disciples remained sharp enough to prickle the back of my neck.
* * *
“I never expected the sect to want the Veiled Madman.”
“There is someone in our sect who dislikes him.”
“Kekekek. Well, I’ve heard the rumors—the man is truly mad. The sect has good reason to dislike him.”
In a certain location within the Odok Munzu’s domain.
In an underground stone chamber where no light penetrated, a distorted voice like scraping metal let out a low, sinister laugh.
The other party’s voice was equally distorted—thin and dry—and the owner of that dry voice spoke again.
“The poison to suppress the guardian spirit has already been prepared.”
“Then only the deed itself remains.”
“The sect places great expectations upon you.”
“Krkrkek. If the deed proceeds well, our clan will become the sect’s most reliable ally.”
“Of course it will. Then I wish you fortune in this endeavor.”
The dry voice disappeared with those words.
A moment later, the voice like scraping metal muttered alone.
“Hm… It won’t be long before this mongrel ceases to control our clan…”
A dark conspiracy was unfolding.
* * *
The welcome banquet was extraordinarily exotic.
‘Wow, the Tang Family was impressive, but this surpasses even that.’
Since each bloodline possessed different skin tones and bone structures, the exotic atmosphere was all the more pronounced.
‘It feels even stranger than Wanlongbao.’
While I watched the performers dance, a servant carrying food stumbled and spilled wine.
Clang!
Silver wine bottles and cups clattered loudly as they scattered.
‘Oh no, that looked like expensive wine.’
Sure enough, Bumun-ju rose to his feet.
“What is this behavior in front of our guests!”
In that instant, the whip in his hand flew forth and lashed the servant.
Crack!
The servant, apparently an untrained commoner with no martial skills, coughed blood from that single blow and his body rolled across the ground.
Bumun-ju began whipping the servant rolling on the floor repeatedly.
“Forgive me… Please…!”
“You worthless vermin dares ruin the banquet?!”
‘This is terrible—someone’s going to die.’
I thought he had a generous side, but he whips someone for spilling a little wine?
No wonder they’re an unorthodox sect.
I rose to my feet.
“That’s enough. Please stop.”
But Bumun-ju answered with another crack of the whip instead.
I quickly infused my inner energy into the teacup I was holding and threw it.
Remarkably, the teacup’s rotational force wrapped around the whip.
Clang!
Bumun-ju, who had shattered the teacup instead of the servant, opened his eyes in shock.
Because the teacup fragments scattering as it broke had mysteriously not left a single scratch on the servant.
This meant the teacup I had just thrown contained far more martial prowess than anticipated.
Sama Hyeon swallowed his drink and reflected.
‘Strangely, I didn’t infuse it with that much inner energy.’
I thought he would throw it with considerable force—not quite sword qi or sword force, but something respectable. Yet Jin Cheon-hee had infused only the minimum amount of inner energy.
Still, he had not only diminished the whip’s power but also manipulated the fragments as he wished.
It was difficult to fathom how much profound calculation lay within that single action.
Bumun-ju swallowed his anger and spoke.
“Oh Dok-mun has its own laws.”
I glanced at Odok Munzu. Yet he merely watched in silence.
I couldn’t discern his intentions, but it was clear he had no intention of involving himself in this matter.
“If you whip him any further, this man will die.”
If no one intervened, it seemed a corpse would need to be removed from the banquet hall.
“Then that too is death from weakness of character.”
“Even if he is a commoner ignorant of martial arts?”
“The same. If one lacks the strength to bear the consequences of one’s own crimes, then death is a fitting law as well.”
‘Hmm, so reasoning won’t resolve this after all.’
He seemed intent on making me back down by insisting this was the law of this place.
I knew that no law was heavier than human life.
Much less was whipping a commoner with inner energy the same as anything other than ordering their death.
Since he invoked law, I would simply counter with the same.
“Does Oh Dok-mun have a law where it whips its own people before guests, causing displeasure to visitors?”
At my words, Bumun-ju’s face began turning crimson.
“What?!”
In that moment, Mun-ju stepped forward.
“Enough, Bumun-ju. You overstepped.”
With Mun-ju speaking directly, Bumun-ju had no choice but to swallow his rage.
“Huu… Very well. I acknowledge my excess.”
I reflected.
‘The whipping has stopped. If he’s the vindictive type, he might torment the man later… but at least this person has survived today.’
Yet even this was something the servant could only thank me for with tears.
“Thank you. Thank you.”
[This is all I can do for you.]
Immediate salvation of life.
The servant continued to bow his head.
“No… I am simply grateful.”
[Can you move your body?]
I asked this while subtly taking his pulse, then immediately changed the subject.
[Fortunately, you should be able to walk, but you’ve sustained internal injuries. If you go to the back quarters, the medical staff will treat you. I’ll inform them in advance.]
Having displeased his master, this servant had opened the door to hardship ahead.
However, since we’ve met by fate today.
And that too is a connection—as a doctor, I should do what I can.
I rose to my feet after thinking that far.
The atmosphere had shattered, and the banquet ended as it was.
‘Master wanted to bring Oh Dok-mun to our side… but if it’s the kind of depraved sect I’m imagining, wouldn’t it be problematic even if we became allies?’
But one doubt remained.
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I and my companions returned to our lodgings.
Oh Dok-mun was generous enough to lend us not merely a simple guest house, but a grand manor.
Thanks to this, the four martial masters of Baekrin Medical Guild stayed here as well.
“The relationship between the Sect Leader and the Vice Sect Leader seems off, doesn’t it?”
At my words, Sama Hyeon nodded.
“Yeah, throughout the banquet they spoke with others but barely exchanged words with each other. They hardly made eye contact either.”
“Seeing how the others accepted it naturally… they must already know their relationship is bad.”
I trailed off and fell into thought.
“Setting aside the difficulty of drawing Oh Dok-mun in… to try to kill someone over a simple mistake with a whip. Even for an evil sect, wouldn’t they stop short of that unless they were bandits or mountain strongholds? And that servant hadn’t even cultivated inner energy.”
“Well, even bandits and mountain strongholds usually consume their own. They rarely use commoners. The commoners they can use are those they’ve captured, and with their families and relatives all dead, who knows if they’ve poisoned the food?”
Indeed, in the Gangho martial world, human lives are worth no more than flies.
Sama Hyeon spoke.
“Still, there’s a difference between whipping someone to death behind closed doors and beating a commoner to death in the middle of a banquet while drinking wine. Anyone who can keep enjoying their drink watching that… that man is something special.”
It was truly interesting.
Evil sects do live by doing wicked things.
But even villains have their own excuses, and they believe themselves to be relatively good in their own way.
Even in old gangster movies, each gangster brings some sort of justification.
Like legends of righteous delinquents.
It’s what you’d call self-justification, self-rationalization.
So unless a group has completely descended into fanaticism like Hyeolseonggyo, it’s rare to see blood on hands at joyous gatherings.
To cut someone’s throat while everyone drinks together, they must be a collective enemy, and it must become some kind of ritual.
There aren’t many places where you beat a weak commoner to death with a whip at a banquet while drinking and laughing merrily.
Suddenly, I recalled memories from my past life.
‘But such places do exist.’
How far can human groups descend?
Conversely, how rotten must they become to descend that far?
Sama Hyeon spoke.
“The Vice Sect Leader’s behavior is one of two things. Even if Oh Dok-mun isn’t at the level of Hyeolseonggyo… it’s a depraved group at the tier below. Or he’s deliberately displaying cruelty to challenge the Sect Leader’s authority.”
….
I fell into thought.

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